Pearl Harbor was attacked on Sunday Dec. 7, 1941. Though I wasn't there, I remember those who gave their lives and enlisted because of the attack against us.
I can't put into words the thankfulness that I have for all the brave men and women who not only went to war but also stayed here and produced the items we needed to win the war.
Mom's and dads, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, sons' and daughters who suffered through a time of grave and terrible times as the world lost it's sanity and decided killing people was the answer to our problems.
Listen to the wisdom of those still around for the time they have left is not a lot.
They were and are the greatest generation in America's history as far as I'm concerned.
Here is a link to an article. Very interesting if I do say so myself.
From the link:
"For seven ghastly, confused days, we have been at war. To the women of Hawaii, it has meant a total disruption of home life, a sudden acclimation to blackout nights, terrifying rumors, fear of the unknown as planes drone overhead and lorries shriek through the streets.
The seven days may stretch to seven years, and the women of Hawaii will have to accept a new routine of living. It is time, now, after the initial confusion and terror have subsided, to sum up the events of the past week, to make plans for the future.
McIntosh wrote of seeing war plane fall into the Pacific Ocean, of anti-aircraft gunsmoke dotting the sky, or buildings being shattered as bombs whistled overhead.
"For the first time, I felt that numb terror that all of London has known for months. It is the terror of not being able to do anything but fall on your stomach and hope the bomb won't land on you. It's the helplessness and terror of sudden visions of a ripping sensation in your back, shrapnel coursing through your chest, total blackness, maybe death."
McIntosh was assigned to cover the emergency room, where the wounded and the dead were brought by blood-soaked ambulance drivers as bombs continued to fall and windows were taped to prevent their shattering. "I had never known that blood could be so bright red," she wrote. She saw contorted bodies laid on slabs in the morgue.
"Fear contorted their faces. Their clothes were blue-black from incendiary bombs. One little girl in a red sweater, barefoot, still clutched a piece of jump-rope in her hand."
We owe all the men and women a great debt of gratitude , one we can never repay.
So thanks to you who served in the armed forces, and for all who served building the things we neded to defeat the axis of evil.
May God bless you and keep you.
May God Bless America !!